Learnings From The Stage

Hello if you still remember this old blog, I certainly do! I haven’t been writing quite as intentionally of late, a lot of my writing has sort of tumbled out of my soul and fingers and I have only realised in hindsight that I have Done A Write.

Here’s one of those. I overdid it and went to about four gigs in the last 30 or so days— I say ‘about four’ because it’s entirely possible I went for other smaller shows played by friends around town, smaller, yet still triumphant gigs made sweeter by the fact that you have some idea of the work, hopes and fears poured into making some of those shows possible. But smaller, local shows aside, I had been to see the Belfast hiphop-punk trio KNEECAP, a revolutionary young band who keep it very real, singing and rapping about their lives in Belfast, the problems faced by the city, the feeling amongst the Belfast youth, and package all of that in a bilingual mix of English and Gaeilge, the Irish language.

Of course things get political with them, but admirably, they keep it very local, often addressing their local representatives and MPs in delightfully witty bars often rhyming an English line with an Irish one. I got to chat very briefly with one of their MCs, Móglaí Bap after the show, and the whole band also seems like extremely lovely lads.

Things get political with KNEECAP! On a sidenote, this picture is like a modern Renaissance painting to me.

My next show was seeing The Last Dinner Party, only a few weeks after. So many gigs! A real indulgence on my part. But they were majestic and opulent and put on a grand show: they aren’t very tall girls, but as the show went on, they just seemed to grow taller and command the whole crowd with confidence and a fire in their bellies! An incredible live act.

Singer Abigail Morris in action

The band’s music connects the dots between Queen and Freddie Mercury, and Florence and the Machine, who they have supported in the past. They bring together rock music, decadence, evoke Edwardian and lavish opulence, even if just for one night, even if constructed themselves as a façade, as many of their talented fans did, creating their outfits from theatre props in the most DIY fashion, and I listened fascinated as they explained their choice of threads to me (it was a long wait at the doors, so I got talking to folks around me).

The band also draws on singer Abigail Morris’ experiences of growing up going to a Catholic girls school, and her thoughts and feelings on realising she was a lesbian in that setting. A lot of their music touches on themes of being a misfit, and that really connected with large parts of the crowd that night.

Guitarist Emily Roberts takes a guitar solo

And their guitarist Emily Roberts is a totally cool person and an inspiration!

Then came a slew of local shows: everything from farewell shows for bands playing their final shows before graduating, some capping off a big year by selling out a crowd of nearly 800, to local acts honing their skills on the circuit. But then came the big one this week.

I saw Queens Of The Stone Age this week. They’d normally play a routine stadium show on tour in a bigger city like Toronto. The End Is Nero tour came to Toronto last year, but I didn’t feel it justified travelling and staying over, as much as I loved the riffing, the weirdness, the performanceship of a seasoned rockstar like Josh Homme! But then late last year, the Queens announced something very strange, very different, very special. They were going to embark on a tour across Canada, playing only second cities, places that no international touring band would ever play: cities like Edmonton, Calgary in Alberta, Saskatchewan; Winnipeg, Manitoba! The tour also happened to be stopping by my city, and that’s when I decided I had to go.

Small town shows tend to be quite special: the venues are smaller, just because they often are less populated than the big cities of millions, and sometimes crowds in LA, London or Toronto can get a bit complacent with what they have: a QOTSA show is a regular night out to a city that knows they’ll never be skipped on tour. Queens of The Stone Age are sort of competing with 50 other events around town, and maybe even four other notable headliners playing elsewhere the same night. Local icons! International bands! American rock icons! European indie legends; so much to choose from! I know when I went to see The Last Dinner Party, right next door, I ran into a friend from uni who had also travelled to Toronto to see a different band, Flipturn, the same night. We were in the same building.

But when shows go to small towns? Queens of the Stone Age were certainly the talk of the town! We were so excited for this gig, and I think that translates to much better crowd energy. The band were having fun for sure, Josh was in a great mood, chatted a lot with the crowd, had a moment of deep realisation that he conveyed to us by saying, “you might be thinking, who are these weirdos? I’m standing up here, and I often don’t know what I’m doing, but looking at you all, I’ve just had a realisation. Aren’t we all just weirdos? It’s great! I hope you all have a very weird night! I hope this is just the beginning. I hope you step out tonight after this and get hit by an Uber driver on mushrooms. And that’s just the beginning of your night. I hope it gets weirder.”

I can very seldom say that I have been told with the most love it’s possible for a heart to hold that someone hopes I get hit by a taxi, but it was just one of those nights!

Josh Homme, self-proclaimed king of the weirdos

It was a fun night! I’ve been to many smaller, indie/independent bands’ shows recently, even those who are on the rise are still well limited by their budgets. So it was refreshing to see the QOTSA live show and production, which was immersive, drew me in completely and really complemented the performance. Flashing white lights synced to the drum kicks! QOTSA and Josh seem quite drawn to reds and a bit of devilish imagery sometimes, on previous album artworks. I must say, red does suit Josh. When the lights flash red, every movement he made fell into place. It all seemed right and natural. He gets lifted out of the elements of reality and becomes a character. It all becomes a bit surreal!

(Look, I know I talked about how TLDP ‘got taller’ as the show went on, and how reds made Josh Homme seem otherworldly and surreal. You may think I might have been tripping on LSD throughout these gigs, but—maybe even embarrassingly? I don’t know—I did all these gigs stone-cold sober. Not high, not even drunk. I’m just really, really excited about music, and you must forgive me for that. We only get one life to enjoy it all in.)

Anyway, speaking of poisons of choice, as was the case with Foo Fighters, who I saw play a small arena of 4000 in Montreal last year (when a band that regularly plays to 50,000 people plays 4000, it sure becomes an ‘intimate’ show! Perspective is everything), you’ve got to be a certain level of rockstar to let a modern day venue allow you to smoke indoors—on stage! But I think Josh Homme and co. earn the right to smoke indoors. It’s also a bit of a fan moment to say, ‘I was close enough to the stage that I could smell Josh’s cigarette’, that’s a line that maybe belongs in the ’90s, doesn’t it? 😛

Anyway, I wish something that noxious didn’t look as cool as it does, but I did manage to get a really cool shot (and a short video clip) of Josh puffing a cigarette on stage, mid-guitar solo. And I think it’s one of the coolest gig pictures I’ve ever captured.

Coolest picture of the night, me thinks

Anyway, so! What was this post all about anyway? It was about reflection. Reflecting on some great shows I got to see, in a move of indulgence that saw me attend three major concerts in a 30-day window. All of this was just setting the scene. I’m sorry my writing gets this long, there’s more to where that came from!

I felt I had something to learn from these very, very different gig experiences. You can learn something from people at every stage of their careers. Someone like the band The Struts, who opened for QOTSA, had more to prove to this audience than the headliner who everyone had come to see. And they put in the work. They pulled out all the stops to put on a tireless, energetic and very engaging show, encouraging singalongs of ‘woah!’ (ah, a classic UK indie rock band from the 2010s!), working the crowd, telling them, “our job tonight is to warm you up for QOTSA, and that’s what we’re gonna do!” Fair play to them, they did, and from word I heard around me, they’ve picked up a few new fans!

Someone like KNEECAP, a hip hop trio, obviously have a very different style of performing than QOTSA. A five piece band with instruments can fill up a stage. Can two MCs and a DJ with a laptop fill a dauntingly large stage? KNEECAP could! They were masters of engaging the crowd, hopping around on stage, drawing the crowd in with their energy, shouts, engaging lyrics and all. No mean feat all the hobbling around, given one member, Mo Chara had just broken his foot! He was on every corner of the stage with a giant plaster on his leg, and I commend that because that was definitely painful!

And so, some reflections on what I as a performer can learn. I wrote this on my Tumblr initially, and a friend who read it told me parts of it helped them get through a presentation, which I hadn’t thought of before, but isn’t it also just a performance put on for an audience? That’s now my favourite piece of feedback. But I want to put it up here on my WordPress blog too, just to stretch those writing fingers again. Let me know what you think!


Just reflecting on the vast and varied live show experiences I’ve been able to have in the last thirty or so days… I’ve moshed with Kneecap, danced with The Last Dinner Party, cheered my friends on at their band’s last show as they decide to split up and go their separate ways on graduating, and experienced the grandeur, rock n roll-in-the-stewardship-of-the-weirdos of Queens Of The Stone Age. All, you’ll agree, very different experiences.

First I’m even lucky to have them all— I’m lucky that I’m in the situation where I’m able to enjoy liking a broad palate of music like that. I was able to take a friend to every single one of these gigs (although I guess the bands themselves were my friends in the local band’s case…). That’s never been the case before, so I’m glad I have friends with whom I share these tastes.

I remember a while ago it wasn’t possible to have some of these interests at the same time. You couldn’t like hip hop and rock at the same time (goodbye 2015, I won’t miss you). I chose the rock side back then, being a guitarist. I’ve moved to the middle of the road now, and I’ve seen brilliant performers on both ends of the musical spectrum.

Both energetic, engaging shows led by musicians with a keen sense of showmanship. Both things that I as a performer want to learn from: both how to fill a stage/space and be comfortable in it. To draw attention to your strengths, and maybe endear people to your weaknesses, or put on such a show that the audience never realises something may be missing.

All so different, but showing me a different aspect of performing and receiving performance. Of lighting, visuals, the whole sensory experience. Knowing how to build a show that’s entertaining even without having eyes always trained on the frontperson: how do you build a show can be experienced in the seats, in the back row.

Josh Homme and Emily Roberts though, they make me want to start a band right now. QOTSA make me want to fill stadiums. Kneecap make me want to inspire. The Last Dinner Party make me want to connect. My friends make me want to fill that gap of not enough girls in rock bands.

I swear this happens every time I go to a gig, but here I am and I’ll say it again. I want it all. I want it all.

Turns out, WordPress are Queen fans

Do you want to live forever?

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever??
Oh ooohh oh
There’s no chance for us
It’s all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Ooh
Who dares to love forever
Oh oo woh, when love must die

But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?


I saw the chance, and I had to take it! It appears there’s a new feature on WordPress since I was last here, that of a daily prompt to inspire posts. Personally I’m a bigger fan of flying over to my laptop, typing “wordpress.com” into the search bar in a tense frenzy, head bursting with one-liners so bad that if they had to wait another moment before spilling out into the editor, I might lose faith in them, and then unleashing fury on unsuspecting readers’ dashboards.

But hey, if WordPress prompts can spur on full-throated Queen singing, then maybe they aren’t so bad!

Quarterlife Rants

Don’t read it, it’s a rant. If you want to read a rant, it has some cool stuff about paper phones as a perk.

Incoming rants… duck!

A lot of you may know, or have an inkling based on everything that goes on on this blog, that design is not insignificant in my life, whether it’s good design or bad being a separate matter. I like design but fear I’d get genuinely bored if that was all I had to do in life, but wasn’t sure I wanted to spend my whole life behind a desk coding…

We found a compromise, and such a good one that I hate to use the word ‘compromise’ on it: I found an entire interdisciplinary field out there that combined the two aspects, and many more disciplines, but was way more than the sum of the parts: human-computer interaction. The area that concerns how people use, work with, and understand technology of any sort. From interfaces to entire new technologies, webpage layouts to answering “how many new features can a phone introduce before users start throwing their phones against the wall screaming and check into the nearest isolation ward?” (although admittedly, today with COVID and everything, that question could just mean a tracing app alert…), everything to do with people using technology is the realm of human computer interaction.

Naturally then, it checks into all the different components that rule people, and technology: it’s a bit of computer science, naturally!; good design, psychology to know people better, linguistics, for phones to be able to talk to people better, you can see how many different angles this can bring in!

A professor I knew of spent years building technology that worked with hand gestures, but was on paper. No screens, and it wasn’t a phone. It was very cool. He brought the concept of a computer out into the real world, and built something he called the paper Windows. The year was 2004. It was more of a proof of concept admittedly, it made use of projectors, but that’s the spirit of HCI, anyway. How do humans interact with technology, and how can they?
(Spoiler, e-ink technology was definitely a hit with him. His next invention? The paper phone! He also made the first foldable, organic phone that he wrapped around his wrist, a concept I see Samsung eventually learned of.)

This video is from 2004. If you couldn’t believe it before, surely the 140 px gives it away?

So it’s an extremely interesting field, and contrary to what the above may make you think, it’s not just restricted to novelty labs tucked into universities on exclusive papers marked ‘Academic research only’, but one major component of it, user interface and experience design, is a pretty well known concept.

The only trouble in my eyes is that knowledge about it both is and isn’t. User experience (UX) involves researching about the people who will use your product, designing your product with those people, good design principles, and accessibility (ideally, but practically as I’m seeing it, only where budget permits and a larger proportion of users exist) in mind.

Lots of workshops litter the internet that will teach you how to make your first wireframe (a mock snapshot of your website/app’s final look, particularly if it’s a digital product you’re building), what goes into user research, and an emphasis on how badly good design is needed (My mother spent a month trying to click a button on Amazon’s website for a return to no avail. It’s genuinely one of the worst websites in the world. I’ve seen the button).

Perhaps for exactly that reason, there’s a lot of basic knowledge about it out there, but not the decisive expert’s eye. I’ve been trying to make something decent out of what I know for a couple of years now. It’s pretty basic. More importantly, it’s nowhere near enough. (I did warn you in line 1 this was a rant. Sure I deviated to give you a lecture on one of my interests on the way, but this remains at heart, a rant. I don’t have to be right about what I’m saying to rant.) University courses are all about the software development, maybe some about the theory, but in the rigour of more “mainstream” computer science courses, I’d honestly just forgotten for almost a year that I was really interested in HCI, that that was what I wanted to do. Getting caught up in the thick of it, I spent a lot of last year fretting about my strengths and weaknesses, and that I couldn’t find an interest within my own field. It wasn’t until I came across our course calendar this year that I remembered HCI was a thing. My thing.

I’m taking the HCI course next semester, and I have a course on UX next year. I’m super excited about them. But the fact that in all four years, I could only find those two courses was a bit of a downer. I know I’m an undergrad. We don’t specialise. But I get to see my friends in specific game design courses in second year itself, I get to see them in specialised software development streams that focus on the ins and outs of the software process. I get to wait till third year to take one course a year hereon that’s relevant to me.

It would be helpful to actually get to go into the thing I think I like and figure out if I really like it practically, or not. (Computer science is a great field to go into theoretically. The courses are fun, the things you can do with it are mindblowingly incredible. You kinda forget that once you leave that institution of possibilities for a real-world job in computing with real-world expectations and responsibilities. It can also be a drag.) I’d like to learn as early on as possible whether I’ve wasted the last two years gearing towards something I found out was actually only just okay. After all, as no matter how confident you sound in an application, you can’t possibly know whether you like what you think you like, from having done a 7-day free trial (okay, not free) on training wheels.

Still, all of that would be okay if the expectations matched the reality. Most computing students at the same level won’t have too much experience with fields like these that are still only in the process of being formalised, except for a few notable institutions (data science I think is another similar field, where most colleges won’t have specialised studies, but will sort of try and beef you up with your math and stats instead). The trouble is, the outside world still has such high expectations of anyone trying for human computer interaction and I just find myself thinking… how on earth do you ever fill your vacancies? You haven’t described a college grad, no sir. The entire planet is collectively still trying to figure out what interaction really entails and you’ve decided who the ideal candidate is? It’s also always candidate this, candidate that; anything you’ve ever done just has to be resume-ready, or it’s a waste.

I’m honestly quite proud of the trifle projects I’ve done. I think they look good. I think they were thought through. I also know that they’ll never be enough. (I just applied to internships to a place that had both HCI and software development postings, and I got passed through to a stage 2 for the development one, and flat out rejected for the HCI one, which for no real reason makes me so mad because I know if they asked me about the development position, I’d hecking say yes because why wouldn’t I, and then I get more dev experience and no HCI experience, and that puts me in a stronger position to apply as a developer in the future, and that means I get more dev projects and the HCI thing looks weak in comparison and gets pushed to the bottom again, until we’re at that embarrassing position in life where about five years later, I’ll rediscover this blog and go, “oh my goodness! I’d completely forgotten I wanted to do something in HCI!” and well, quarterlife crisis will hit early my friends.)

And I guess that was the central fire of this rant. I hate that I, inadvertently and circumstantially, will likely be heading towards something I’m only meh about, because I have too many years of lifeblood left in me to do something I’m meh about. And it looks like quarterlife crisis will come down to staging an intervention and answering some pretty touchy questions, and what makes me mad is I thought I’d already asked me those questions and got the answers. I could ask them today and still get the same answers. But it seems that what you say, even to yourself, can differ from what you do.

Is 20 too early for a quarterlife crisis?

(Yes, I could’ve ranted to my mum, but it’s 4 AM and she’s sleeping, besides, she’s heard this all before and is sick of it and I did promise you more writing. Relish in the dramatic anguish.

[Exit stage left]

[Lights fade]

(Trust me, I know what I’m doing, I’m in the playwriting course this year.)

Tiptoeing In And Shutting The Door

… now settle down, nice and comfy, receiver of this aftermath of a digital pen.

I’m thinking about making this the place I come back to to rant and cry about everything (instead of what? Well, I’m embarrassed to say… Tumblr. Don’t tell anyone. They have really good archived 90’s rock and punk gig photos and interviews. And some really weird people).

I miss just writing stuff without needing it to catch the eye of a target audience and all that, digestible bites if you will. I miss being able to turn the mess of day-to-day adolescent-but-toddler life into something mildly humorous (particularly now, during lockdown!), and of course, getting back into nichely British sports that for some odd reason, didn’t catch on in Canada in spite of how we’d sometimes refer to ourselves as discount Brits who are nice.

Either way, with the world around being nigh unrecognisable to someone from 2019, trust, dear reader, that I am the same, for even today as I write this, I am procrastinating on taking a midterm and it’s past midnight.

Okay, so maybe not entirely the same. Asynchronous lockdown life has spoiled me.

But as I set off to get this midterm over with, I’ll just say, it’s been nice to brush feet on this black carpet of a blog background I’d decided was ideal a good few uninformed years ago. I hope I come back to it more often.

Movies

I know it can be hard
In today’s age of Netflix n’ chill
But does anyone want to just
Settle down and watch a film?

I haven’t yet seen Star Wars,
But I know the plot twist already
My dad is a big fan
Of Star Wars, you see.

I’m good at not spoiling
And I don’t hog the popcorn
But if I fall asleep midway,
It’s uni’s fault; please don’t feel forlorn!

If that doesn’t work, just drop by
And bring along a kazoo,
And we’ll make funny versions of Blink-182 songs
For a good hour or two.

Shades of Sunday

Sundays
Traditionally quiet
And quiet in reality
But there’s a buzz
That cannot be heard
Even by the few that pass by
Cogs whirring and plans cementing
Wasn’t the weekend the outlet of the bold?
Not so this damp morning;
Dreams of a Monday
Steadily carving
In the recesses of the mind
And into the rhythms of time

Elevated,
But only in location
Planning out the rest of the week
Kept amused
By a tree stump sticking out
Into a mountain of shovelled snow,
Interesting to no one else
But all I can see as I look out
On this damp, empty day.
Where did the world creep away?
There’s no one else here
Empty, post apocalyptic;
But calming, in some odd way.

It’s funny how your perceptions of Sunday are always changing, depending on who you are. Is Sunday your rest day? Is it the day to catch up on cartoons? Is Sunday morning, as Kurt Cobain said, everyday? Or perhaps as Lou Reed said, a time when the world’s behind you?
To me, it’s the calm before the storm, in every single way.
Universities tend to be quiet on weekends. Every person who walks by is a case to be thoroughly examined, Sunday is when they won’t be lost in the masses. It’s the morning after Saturday’s madness and a chance to catch your breath. For me, it brings the excitement of the next week, the Monday when I do my radio work, and a chance to do my homework and chill out simultaneously, without being guilty.

Ah, the many shades of a Sunday! How’s your Sunday?

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The shadowy shades of a different Sunday, as I could see it. 

Women In Punk Music

Just an ordinary Wednesday for celebrating all the brave women in punk rock music. The playlist is one I created for our ongoing themed radio show on CFRC 101.9 FM (Or maybe not. I never get the station frequency right… give it time!)

Essentially, this is also me learning how to use technology and marvelling at how a playlist embeds… which was something I was pretty 50-50 on whether would happen or would fail and vanish midway, and will continue to be unsure of until I’ve hit publish… ah, technology, how I marvel at thee in spite of being a computer science major funnily enough.

Enjoy the music, appreciate the circumstances it was made under, and continue to cheer on the courageous women who continue to inspire the genre!

Bikini Kill onstage. Credits: Pitchfork; by Debi del Grande

(Yes, I should’ve talked more about each song and the wonderful stories behind them. I did on the show. And I will here too. I’m just a little busy gaping with a dropped jaw at the embed. Technology. All hail programmers.)

(In short, yes, this whole post was just me testing out whether I can embed Spotify content on a blog without using the new editor, or not.
The answer is a frustrating no.)

The Path

Trudging down the path
The beat path I knew well
A path my shoes had smoothed over
And the lack of friction was proper hell

It seems days of walking
Had exposed something buried
And the something buried caught my eye
As along the walk I scurried

Ooh, shiny! said my brain
Let’s stop and take a look
So stop I did before the sand
And another look I took

Nothing particularly interesting
Just probably photo-worthy
For whatever it was, that faux flash
It seemed just quite earthy

But I’m on a well-worn path!
And schedule I must not betray!
Oh, can I stop and smell the rose?
Should I go or should I stay?

As, of course, Smart Alec will say
There’s nothing here to smell;
It’s a bloody sun-reflection
As a closer look will tell!

Well, tell that to my distracted soul
That’s stopped to take a snap
And just as the shutter closed once
Time sneaked up on me and gave me a smack

Heavens, where did my time go!?
The shiny thing is gone!
“Of course, you silly thing,
It only shines when the sun’s on.”

And now it’s 10:30,
And I trudge along home,
The day’s gone, but it’s too early for bed:
Just some more time to waste alone.